"The fuck is it's a storm out there. Duh." Needy gave the other woman a bored look. She went into the small kitchen in the corner of her ratty apartment. The yellowed paint was peeling from the walls and one cobweb covered lamp swung back and forth over the tiny dingy kitchen table.
Needy didn't care much about manners or social niceties. She had tried once but even then she hadn't really understood it. She found some soup and dumped it into a pot before turning the stove on. The human was going to freeze to death if she didn't start warming up. The tiny apartment did have heat but it wasn't very good and the place wasn't very isolated.
While the soup heated up Needy went into her bedroom and found a clean towel along with a pair of pajama pants and a tshirt for the other woman.
"Sorry if they don't fit. You're really tall." Needy was only barely over five foot and Abigail had several inches on her which meant the pants wouldn't quite fit. But they were warm and dry.
Needy turned around and went back into the kitchen to tend to the soup so that the other woman could make herself comfortable. Needy knew that she made people nervous. She liked that she made people nervous. It was something she had learned from watching Jennifer but something she only perfected after her death.